Welcome Underwater

You feel like the present moment is a memory you're recalling

You feel like the "real you" is a fictional character and you are someone else having some kind of delusion that you're them

Your body is a car that someone you feel safe with is driving while you're in the passenger seat getting sleepy from the streetlights

Your body is a car that someone who puts you on edge is driving very very badly

You experienced an emotion so intensely it overloaded and short-circuited your brain into failsafe shutdown mode

You got so dizzy that you fell over and fell through the floor and now you're in the mirror world

You feel like every next movement you make is going to be the one that clips you into the Backrooms

You feel like every slight decision you make is going to be the one that traps you in the timeloop

You're dissolving into the air around you like a vapor

You're trapped underwater in a cave and no one above can hear your mortal panic

You're lines of code watching the real world through a screen

You feel like you'd relate to a Radiohead song

You feel like the present moment is currently being written by Kurt Vonnegut

The curséd amulet

Trapped in a painting

TAINTED BLOOD, TAINTED SELF.

Aren’t you glad you didn’t look?

Perichiros: An identity that has become bitter from abandonment. It has sat waiting for something, or someone, for longer than it remembers; it might have even been created for this purpose. And yet, the more that time goes on, the more it must realize that it is destined to be alone. To never again see the faces that have crafted it, and to withstand the burden of those actions for as long as it knows how to do.

What is a creation to do when it is abandoned by its painter? What does its life- one that had been created only to be discarded- really come down to? It could choose to let go, to become, to paint its own future.... or, perhaps, it could choose something else.